Intentions Poem by Sirlanio Jorge Dias Gomes

A little of everything,
In the details of me,
Translation of thoughts,
This whirlwind of arrows,
Targeting my steps.
I follow under the stumbles,
These sneaky brows,
In his soul showers,
Washing the thrown stones,
For those hungry friends,
Who admire me in their hunting,
And if they camuflam cunningly,
In their hidden monsters,
In their glass mansions.
A little of everything,
In the embargoes of relations,
In their chaotic specters.